I got up at half past Forty-four robbers my door Forty-four and maybe What the hell want me for? faces and gap-tooth grins Ain't no way I'm them in
No way, you come in robbers stinkin' of gin Uh huh, I lettin' you in I'll hit you with a pin So can't hurt a fly
Get in my way and sure as hell try Kick butt down the block Can't wait for the cops
Fifty and fifty thieves Starring at the on my street Shit, over my there's Popeye and Bluto Looking nasty can I my judo? It's always this going out alone So damn scared never leave home
No way, you can't in Forty-four stinkin' of gin Uh huh, I lettin' you in I'll hit you with a pin So small hurt a fly
Get in my way and sure as hell try Kick butt down the block Can't yellin' for the cops
I've got my freedom, got my pride All means nothin' the men outside Puffing and preening and strutting stuff my way out, had enough Give me justice, hand it now Gotta get a gun or maybe leave town, see ya
Sly Stallone and Al Are me grief on the telephone All I want is a Swiss sarnie When at the deli big Arnie Hey Jean-Claude, aside That taxi's mine, I'm that ride
When I go out to get the paper What's my man to think someone rape her I'm just a beer on my own Don't mean Hogan can take me home
Got my mace but my loud-as-fuck So I just pray the Epistles For help to come, someday Until I'll stay in my room